I-Haul

“I have no time to blog” is what I would want to start this with, but I hate when people say that because I know when I normally say it it’s totally not true and I should really be saying “I have no time to blog when I spend 4 hours a day catching up on the latest season of The Hills and the rest of the time pouting about being in Miami for Christmas and not with my family for the first time in twenty-five years.” So, I’ll just skip that opening entirely.

Here’s what I’ll say about Christmas: Clayton and I were in Miami. Anything beyond that will get me in trouble with someone somewhere, so that’s all you’re getting.

The days leading up to Christmas and every second since we got back have been devoted to moving out of our townhouse and into my parents’ house. And, is it just me, or does the original packaging of things shrink to about half its size when you try to put something back inside of it? What evil genius designs these boxes and the expertly complicated system to put things back in so that they will fit? Case in point: Christmas tree lights. Has anyone in the history of the universe, with the exception of some 4 year old savant and NASA engineers ever been able to wind them up in the exact shape and thickness to fit back in the box? Anyone?! Mine are tucked safely away by now but I’m pretty sure I broke about 13 bulbs in the process and the box is so overstuffed it looks like me in my skinny jeans after Thanksgiving. Not cute.  

Woa, where did that tangent come from? I swear I’m not bitter about Christmas AT ALL. So, we’re moving out. Well, I’m moving out and Clayton is studying all day every day for his certification exam, which we knew would be the case. Moving sucks in general. It sucks even more when you don’t rent a moving truck and spread out the transportation process into weeks of moving a zillion small loads of boxes at random times. It really puts a damper on our typical moving theory of — if something is in the house, pick it up, throw it in the U-Haul, and pray that it makes it out alive. What we’re doing now takes organization and planning and blah, blah, blah. Not really my thing. Which is probably why I’m blogging instead of rummaging through the dark recesses of our closets to pick out what goes in the “Keep Fairly Accessible For Now But Not Necessarily On Top” box or “Store Until We Need to Move Again When it Will Get Moved to a Different Box That Won’t Be Opened For Another 4 Years, But Don’t Even Think of Throwing it Away Because I Could Need it One Day” box. See? So Complicated.